Years ago I took a bus across Khyber Pass and into Afghanistan.
Taking a break at a small village along the highway, a truck rumbled up- filled with men singing (or yelling- I couldn't tell for sure). Screeching to a stop, about 30 men piled out of the back of the truck and headed for a pee-break (a wall behind the little store).
Being fearless in those days, I gestured that I wanted to take a picture of these four men.
They stopped yelling and stood still for me.
I quickly took a shot, smiled my thanks, and they ran off to pee, jabbering all the way.

Thanks, guys.
It was partly serendipity about the 5th man; I was ready to press the shutter and I saw him enter the frame, so I waited until he was positioned better, and then took the shot.
Never worked for "The Company," if we're going by modern TV jargon.
Just worked, saved and then spent it all on cheap travel. Did that for a loooong time .
Charlie